The Bargain of the Year: Dacia Duster

An old lady under a huge, multi-hued hat is selling cute guinea pigs, perhaps a dozen of them in a bag by her feet. She holds one up and looks imploringly at me. So does the guinea pig.

"Sorry," I grin though my best ‘apologetic foreigner' face. "Don't think they'd let me back on the plane with one of those."

The old woman shakes her head sternly. "Not plane," she says. "To eat now." She makes a nibbling motion with her hands and mouth, as you'd munch a corn on the cob. Hot-buttered guinea pig. No wonder the little fella was looking desperate. Leaving fricasseed rodents to Peru's hardier lunchers, we cast off for the top of the world.